“Oi.”

An arm shot out to block Aion’s path before he could climb the first step to the front door. Once satisfied he had stopped, Crow’s finger turned upward.

Tucked just under the roof’s lip was a certain festive plant. No question about it.

“A bit early for that stuff to be hanging around, ain’t it?”

Not that saying that stopped him from hauling himself up two steps so they were on more even ground.